She stumbled across the dark alley, trying not to fall, trying not to scream out in pain. She reached up to wipe her face and her fingers were directly drenched in black from all that eyeliner. She was shaking from fear, from exhaustion, from crying so hard. Her energy was drained and her stomach was in tight knots. The world around her was so distant, so unreal she had trouble believing she was awake and not dreaming. Only 2 weeks ago, she was in her cozy warm room, reading and sipping hot tea... How did she get here? What has she done to deserve this? Who will she turn to now? What will she do? Her knees buckled, and she collapsed on the hard cold floor, shards of glass, pebbles, and god knows what else sinking into her palms. What happened? A lot....